| Of all the things I've ever seen,
Of all the dreams I've ever dreamed,
The finest sight that's come to me,
White horses wild beside the sea.
They ran across the trackless sand,
In that remote, forgotten land,
And in their running they were free,
Beside the boundless, unchained sea.
They raced the first light of the day,
And surged across a shallow bay,
To feed at ease on grassy plains,
With wind alone to groom their manes.
No barn or stable was their home,
No one could govern where they roamed,
They galloped on the fenceless tracts,
With no ones burdens on their backs.
And each swift horse was natures child,
At home on land forever wild,
And each dream horse was meant to be,
At home on land, forever free. |
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